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I remember when the choice for western clothes was Rockies or Wranglers. And from there your choices in the cuts were 30-36" inseams. I worked at a western wear store when life was simpler. Now, I'm just trying to find something that my belly (also stretched out from four pregnancies) doesn't hang over. I better find something soon, nearly everything I have is getting holey and I'm always getting comments from the school staff, "Can't Jeff afford to buy you clothes?".

FWIW, my mother attempted to raise me like those kids that know clothes and have fashion sense. She still tries to take me shopping whenever she comes for a visit or I go there. I just rather go to the feed store.

You're really not missing out on much. Those of us brought up "in fashion" constantly worried if we had the right stuff. There was always the nagging need for better, for more. It's ridiculous. I want to raise my children like yours, secure, confident and more worried about what's in their heads than on their behinds. Of course in the cities that's harder to do, but I believe being conscious of it is the first step in the right direction. And your house? Just be comfortable! (& if all else fails, get the Pottery Barn catalog and shop around for knock offs, lol).

Hi Erin.You may wonder what a Colombian woman has been doing around your blog since yesterday... well, I haven´t been able to stop reading, post by post (I´m still reading May but I decided to say hello before continuing). So, I live in Colombia, I have 2 boys (ages 3.5 and 7), I´m divorced and I´m in love with a canadian farmer... we´re getting married and my kids and I are moving to Canada and to the country... big changes for us in 2009. That´s why your blog has captured my attention, and I´ve enjoyed it very much. Thanks for so many wonderfull stories.Regards,MariaC